
Erm, simply stated, Deborah Stein is brillz. Like if there were an apopcalypse and the sun went out and the oil got drained and the corn cobs withered, we could just power our appliances off an extension cord coming out of her brillzy brain. We’d be good for years.
So, Los Angeles: get off your toned tokheses (tokhi?), shut up about the traffic and peep God Save Gertrude, Deb’s new play – “a punk rock riff on Hamlet” with music by David Hanbury – at The Boston Court Theatre. It’s opening weekend!
To everyone else, here’s my interview with the 2-time Jerome Fellow, recipient of the Bush Artist Fellowship, member of New Dramatists, all around fly-girl and friend… (more…)
Last Thursday, I needed to take a shower. You know how it goes, time just moves so fast watching LOL Cats compilations, days disappear and suddenly your hair is all Dippety-Do, only yuckzo, it’s Dippity-You. BUT. Stewart was playing at Fontana’s. STEWART!
Decisions, derisions. My body had already burned holes through my clothes, so what else to lose? I headed to the rollicking pop-punk band, fronted by the orsum Andrea Tarka. She writes songs with her manz (and lead guitar) Johnny White and lured hotties Chris Clement (bass) and Kevin Cerovich (drums) to round out the sounds.
The Apopcalypse scored a triple dooper bonus chat with Andrea. See what she has to say about running shiz, mixing bizness with hawt, raunchy, pleasure, and The Apopcalypse of Punk… (more…)


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